"What? That's too fast, isn't it?"

Rakugo was the first to stand up and said with a frown. II. V. VIII

The originally lively room fell silent in an instant

Everyone doesn't speak, but they all agree with the idea of rakugo.

After all, they only heard Bo Yuheng say in the morning that they were going to send someone to guard Su Qingyou's mother's grave. As a result, in the evening, suspicious people appeared.

Even a coincidence shouldn't be so coincidental.

"Anyway, we should go to the cemetery and have a look. ”

Song Ge twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, and suggested.

"It's strange to go to the cemetery at such a big night, could it be that someone did it on purpose?"

Rakugo said, feeling goosebumps fall to the ground, "Anyway, normal people probably don't go to the cemetery at night! ”

Bo Yuheng listened to them quietly and did not rush to express his position.

"Qingyu, what do you think?" his gaze shifted from the crowd to the little wife beside him.

When Su Qingyou heard the news, his mind was actually a little cloudy.

Originally, I thought that it was hopeless to find my mother's murderer, but now it seems that the truth is right in front of me.

If she can really find her mother's murderer, she is willing to take a risk, and she is willing to give it a go.

"I want to go to the cemetery right now and see who that person really is. ”

As soon as her words fell, almost everyone objected to her idea.

"On the big night, you're a pregnant woman going to the cemetery?"

Song Xu shook his head, "I see, someone deliberately led you to the cemetery, and then it was not good for you and your children!"

There is also a possibility of this, but Su Qingyou does not want to give up hope.

"But if you don't go and see, then maybe this person won't appear again from now on, so when will the real murderer who hurt my mother be found?"

In the face of Su Qingyou's insistence, Bo Yuheng did not choose to stop it immediately, but lowered his eyes, and after a little thought, he said, "Qingyou's words make sense, but you are pregnant, it is indeed not suitable to go out at such a late hour, and go to that kind of place." II. Five, Eight, China, Wenwang, you stay, I'll go to the cemetery to have a look. ”

"If you leave, Qingyu will feel uneasy, and even at home, it will be difficult for the heart to settle down. ”

Song Ge analyzed it very rationally, and then proposed: "That's it, brother, Xiaoyu, let's go to the cemetery together!"

These words shocked Song Xu and almost jumped up from the sofa, "Little pigeon, do you know what you are talking about? We actually went to the cemetery late at night? This is too scary!"

Rakugo folded his arms indifferently, "It's okay to go and see, I've never been to a cemetery at night? ”

After she said this, she glanced at Song Xu with contempt, "A big man, are you still afraid that the ghost will not succeed? Or did you do something wrong, so you didn't dare to go to the cemetery? Little pigeon, let's go!"

These words made Song Xu very angry, "Go and go, you are not afraid, what am I afraid of?"

"Promise, if not, stay here or go home. ”

Bo Yuheng knew his friend's character very well, but his words of dissuasion only aroused Song Xu's desire to go.

"Accompany your wife and children at home, lend Ji Cheng to us, and the four of us go to the cemetery to see what is going on, I want to see if it is really the murderer who confesses there!"

Song Xu said this sentence proudly, and then walked out first.

"Ji Cheng, keep them safe. Bo Yuheng commanded.

Su Qingyou took two friends, only gave her a reassuring look, and walked out.

The huge Bo family suddenly lost 4 people and became a lot more deserted.

Seeing Su Qingyou's worriedness, Bo Yuheng covered her stomach with his hand, "Little girl who has been influenced by Marxism-Leninism since childhood, tell me, what are you worried about now? Are you really afraid that the ghost will take them away?"

Bo Yuheng just likes to use this joke to tease her, Su Qingyou's little hand touched his warm big hand, and his voice was a little low, "I don't know, my heart is quite unsteady." ”

"Youji Cheng is here, something will happen to them. Wait for them here or go to bed, and they'll be back in a few hours. ”

Bo Yuheng's hand moved from her stomach to her face, and pinched her little face dotingly, "First of all, you have to believe them, and secondly, don't worry about what hasn't happened yet." ”

"You're right, what I'm most worried about is who that person is, Qi Wen told me before, I have seen that person, think about it carefully, it seems that everyone is suspicious, but it seems that everyone is not, if I know the truth, it is very likely that I can't bear it. ”

Her voice was low, her head was slightly lowered, and she touched her stomach, her brow furrowed.

On Bo Yuheng's face, the expression became more and more indifferent, "I think that now you have a strong ability to bear, you have me, children, and such a group of willing friends, what else can't you face?"

He glanced at the servant, who turned on the karaoke equipment.

"If you feel uneasy while waiting for them, then you might as well sing a few songs, this should be prenatal education. ”

He said as he began to select the tracks, "My mother likes Teresa Teng's songs the most, so the songs I listen to are basically Teresa Teng's, which one is better to sing this time?"

"Don't!"

Su Qingyou immediately refused, and remembered the fear of being dominated when he sang that day, but he was afraid of breaking his heart, so he had to say, "Otherwise, Yuheng, you can tell me a story to the baby, I still like to listen to stories." When I was a child, my mother didn't spend much time with me, and the grandmother who took care of me at the time was illiterate, so I was always envious of knowing that other people's children could sleep listening to stories. ”

"Good. ”

"Qingyou, in fact, I've always wanted to ask, where did the grandma who used to take care of you go?"

After Su Qingyou's reminder, Bo Yuheng remembered the old man who took care of them when he was young, and couldn't help asking.

"That grandmother has been dead for a long time, and the cemetery is also at the head of the village, Yuheng, we will have time in the future, let's go and see her. ”

"Good. ”

After Bo Yuheng said this, he picked up Su Qingyou, and walked up the stairs while hugging him, "It's hard for Steward Zhao today, I bought a lot of baby products, and of course I bought a lot of fairy tale books, since you like it, in the future, our goodnight kiss will be changed to a bedtime story, okay?"

His gentle tone, and the crisp aura on his body, made her heart gradually quiet.

"Yuheng, what did the doctor say about you? Why did you suddenly faint at home?"

Su Qingyou suddenly remembered this matter and asked.

Bo Yuheng's footsteps stagnated, "I work in the study during the day and work hard in the bedroom at night, the doctor said, if you don't faint like this, who will faint!"

His words made Su Qingyou instantly understand what he meant, and a touch of crimson appeared on his cheeks, "Since that's the case, then you can't do this again in the future." ”

"I'll try to pay attention to it in the future. He smiled, carried her into the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and picked up the colorful, beautifully bound fairy tale book.

"Which story to read first, Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale or Grimm's fairy tale?"

Su Qingyou was on the bed, looked at his side face, and said with a smile, "Whatever you want!"

"Let's start with the daughter of the sea, I think this story is very meaningful to us. ”

Bo Yuheng took the blue-covered book and went to bed, while Su Qingyou leaned on his lap and began to listen to him tell the story of the Little Mermaid.

"Yu Heng, do you think the little mermaid is very pitiful?" Su Qingyou thought of this question and asked him.

"I don't feel sorry for her, but I think she's a lovely girl, and if I were that prince, I want to know that she's my benefactor. ”

He gently stroked her hair and told her the story in a warm voice. "2miào"2bi".*2 pavilion"2,

Su Qingyou also slowly closed his eyes during his narration.

About an hour later, Bo Yuheng walked out of the bedroom.

Zhao Deen was downstairs, and when he saw him coming down, he subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

Bo Yuheng changed into a windbreaker and walked to the door.

"Butler, Qingyou is already asleep upstairs, don't disturb her rest. He commanded.

"Young Master, what are you going to do when you go out at this time?" Zhao Deen asked worriedly.

Bo Yuheng opened the door and smiled back at him, "I'll also go and see who is pretending to be a ghost in the cemetery." ”